Friday, October 9, 2009

DANKE, YO.

I had super weird dreams last night/this morning/this afternoon, when I finally escaped from someplace called Bayview Public School. It was called Bayview Public School but everything except the office and the bathrooms by the senior kindergarten classroom were different, and there were way more than 2 floors, which made it really scary and confusing when trying to escape from the bad guys. Also, this miniature older woman who is always begging downtown but not saying anything, she just chews on her cheeks and makes you feel sorry for her (sort of) but also really mad at her because she needs to up her game by now, come on...well, she was there but in the dream I loved her and wanted to say goodbye to her (she was going to die) but I kept losing her in the place called Bayview Public School because she was SO SMALL.









































It's like how when I want to know if my roommate Mike is home, it's sometimes hard to tell even when I look in his bed and he is in there because he is rather thin and blends in with that airbrushed tiger faux fur excuse for a blanket he seems to love so much.





















(This is actually a sorry excuse for Mike's occasionally cool excuse for a blanket. This tiger is way more tame than Mike's tiger. Mike's tiger is FEROCIOUS.)

Moving on.

If I don't want to get in super trouble with life, I should set out within the next 15 to 20 business minutes to get me a new job. Even though it's raining and that's pretty living on the edgish, don't you think?? But my fortune last night said "Good luck is just around the corner." so there that is.




















Besides, I've been living on the edge big-time this week anyway, check it.

A couple of days ago I wore flared jeans, aaaaand all week long I've been using something I bought at DOLLARAMA to get that subtle year-round glow of THE ISLANDS.



















Top THAT, you rebels.






















Now consider whether or not French people say it like this.

"Treeskwee..."

Monday, October 5, 2009

MARS/VENUS.

A week or two ago, my dad e-mailed me to say that he had just gotten a strange phone call from an old high school friend he hadn't spoken with in 35 years. He didn't go into detail; just mentioned that she had a son living in Montreal and did I know him. (I did not, although I am a great believer in the small world.) A few days ago I remembered that I never asked what prompted this woman to call him after 35 years and so I asked. My parents share an e-mail address, a bed, their convection ovens, and the odd recipe (as well as a lovely home.)














Sharing is good stuff, right?

So, I read this e-mail from my dad today first, sent yesterday at 7:56:41 PM.

"As to why my friend Betsy called you will think this is rather funny. My very first girlfriend, Charlie (Cheryl) and Betsy and Jane Shaw all from Port Arthur originally were visiting In White Rock where Betsy lives, sitting on her deck drinking wine looking out over the ocean and said that they all should have married me. Is this a compliment I am not sure. I am sure they said it and then started to laugh uproariously and then they decided to phone me and I have quite a good chat with them and it was kind of fun at least to be remembered in a relatively positive way, no?"

Then I read this e-mail from my mom, sent yesterday at 9:48:31 PM.

"Dad will not likely admit it, but when his old friend called she had 2 other old school friends visiting for the weekend and they had agreed that John was the one they wished they had married, so they called to tell him so!! He is too modest to tell you this."

This is clearly HILARIOUS.

This is my dad in his modest days of youth, before he realized he was such a catch.












And this is my mom around the time she started thinking my dad was such a catch.





















Ain't she cute?!

Her e-burst of pride closed with this...

"I am fully aware of how lucky I have been to find such a guy!!"

Gee whiz, old peeps are the cutest.

(Relax, I know they're not that old.)

Have a nice day...